Dragon Banner: Rebirth

It’s another average day for me as I bike to work. My clothes, the baggy blue tracksuit and t-shirt, and my mood are identical to what they have been for the past month. I chuckle a little bit as the thought of what people would think of me if they saw me crosses my mind. As I glanced up at the rolling white clouds blocking out the sun, leaving the neighbours doused in dull light and flicker shadows. Like usual the dream of sun soaked days and enjoyable bike rides, floated in front of me like a mirage before fading away into the darkness. A few minutes later, I arrived at work, gently slowing down to a stop. A bump on the road  sent me spiralling to the floor. Getting up quickly, I hoped that no one saw a thing. I finished the end of my journey by walking to the back. Fumbling around with the bike lock, b

With the collar being clamped onto my neck I lost the will power to move my body completely. I just layed there. I could faintly feel a tugging on my arms, like someone was trying to pick me up.  I didn't even bother to look up. After all, what is the point? I had a metal collar around my neck. I am nothing more than...well I don’t even know what I am. A prisoner? A slave? Some kind of refugee? But then I don't even know where I am.  While I was stuck in my head. I had been picked up, to my feet and held by the two who caught me. I assumed they were guards of some sort or they could be soldiers. What they were wearing looked very uniform.  Each had some kind of white linen on or at least it looked this way as I could see pieces of white cloth poking out

We had been marching for what felt like hours now. Well it was not marching, well the soldiers were. The survivors were more just walking together as well all were just following the lead of the officers. I could just about make out there helmet plumes over the mass of heads.  Though it was weird though, I thought the officers would have horses, being officers and all. The soldiers around us, still had the leather armour, with the black helmets, bit they now alongside the sword that I had seen some have previously. They all were carrying spears as well. It is like everytime that I see them, there is something different about them.  Ignoring all of this though, my feet are really starting to hurt.  I glanced down at them for what felt like the millionth time in

“Craw..Craw!”  I sat up slowly, groaning loudly as I did. It felt like an age as I moved my hand to rub the dust out of my eyes.  “Uhhh. Fuck! I feel like I have eaten something bad.” My ears began to ring at the sound of my voice. “That is probably due to this wonderful thing called a healing potion...all was it healing slave….I don’t know, but it did fix up your internals rather well. You have been through a nasty mess haven't you?” The new voice took my surprise. I hadn’t even noticed anyone there.  As I looked around, trying to find the origin of the voice. I saw what was left of the

After a quick meal of the never changing stale bread. We all set off. I had made sure that I still had my knife on me. It would be my biggest mistake if I were to leave it behind. Who knows if I would be able to get an arrow to use as a weapon again. As we marched, it was quiet except for the heavy breathing and footsteps of everyone. Looking around, not a smile could be seen, most people had tears running down their faces. I heard a bit more about our previous battle earlier though from some people. The first wave which I was part of was the worst hit. Apparently around seven hundred of us have been killed i'm the initial assault. The rest was made up of the second of, they though encountered many more elite fighters inside of the camp, taking as much damage from the archers we had. The third wave didn't lose a soul though as by the time they had arrived the battle was all but over, making t